This process took less than a second, and then I began to hear his thoughts more clearly.
Leverage, he thought. I saw an image in his head, an image of a gun in his pocket. I watched as he imagined himself flipping me off him and pulling out the gun, barrel to my skull.
I felt his muscles tense underneath me, and was ready when his body bucked forcefully below mine. I let myself get thrown off, according to his plan, but mine was also in motion.
"Told you I've got tricks. Apparently, you're not as good as they say you are," he gloated.
I had to consciously will myself not to smile at his sheer idiocy. Never underestimate your foe, imbecile. I was sitting on my butt, hands behind me, knees bent in front.
I looked at him, face highlighted in the sun, gun inches from my head. Still monitoring his thoughts, I waited for the time he was most off guard- not too early, not too late.
I narrowed my eyes at him. Then, lightning quick, I raised my hands and grabbed his wrist and pulled, kicking out his feet under him. I scooted backward as he fell, and he landed hard on his chest inches from my face. As fast as possible, because time was of the essence, I leaped up and swung his arm behind him, twisting it painfully until the gun clattered against the rooftop. I kicked the gun aside and leaned in closer, whispering in his ear.
"Never underestimate your foe, imbecile."
Suddenly, behind me, the access doors to the roof burst open.
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TELEPATHY
FantasyThis super-secret agent is not just smart and talented- she's telepathic. But when the wrong people catch wind of what she can do, it's up to her, her wits, and others thoughts to keep everything from crashing down around her ears. Not to mention th...
